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Problems updating NextScript

What a job I have had trying to update my NextScript Autoposter ( or Social Networks Autoposter (SNAP) as its now known as ) so that my WordPress blog will auto post to my new Facebook page rather than my profile.

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Even after following all the instructions step by step and double and sometimes triple checking them, it still would not auto post.
After trawling through their support pages for known problems and how to fix them, it looks like it was down to broken content filters.

Thankfully, even though I am not tech savvy when it comes to website stuff, I sorted it all on my own without the help of my tech dept ( you know who you are) as they were more than likely asleep. They’ve not been feeling to well lately so I will let them off on this occasion.

Hopefully, when I can come up with some ideas I will post something on this blog, as I enjoy and miss blogging, but just got writers block and moved to vlogging instead. (Steve W thewrighttimes on YouTube ).

Anyway, until next time, take care and bye for now

Whats your thoughts. Your childs internet usage at home.

I’m curious about everone elses views on this subject. Its the dreaded subject of your kids and their mobile phones and ipads or tablets and computers.

 

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In our household, we have a rule where on a school night, G has to be off her phone and iPad by 8pm which gives her an hour to unwind etc before bed time. One thing I have noticed is that she conveniently forgets, even if I remind her at 7.30. Theres always huffing and puffing and moaning when after 8pm we tell her to shut them down and bring them downstairs. We like them down stairs so that she isn’t tempted to keep checking her Facebook when she is meant to be going to bed or even after that when she is meant to be asleep. I always feel like there is gonna be an argument when I ask her to log off. I have even threatened to take the time she is over off the next night. For example, if she is 20 mins over, she will need to be off at 7.40 the next night. That just ended up in a lot of ‘no Dad, thats not fair’ type of arguments. Im the strict one in the house, sometimes admittedly maybes a bit too strict, but she seems to think the world will stop turning if she doesn’t check her status every 2 minutes, and I want to know that she is getting sleep for school the next day and not sitting on the internet. Also, even when she does decide to brng the phone and iPad downstairs ( begrudgingly ), she take 5 minutes checking for one last time if someone has posted a selfie or a status and also she feels she has to put something on there about her logging off now. AND

DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THIS THING WHERE THE SCHOOL SAY THEY CAN USE THE INTERNET FOR HOMEWORK!!!! The school might as well give them the answers in my opinion. You cannot tell me the temptation┬áneed for a child to go on Facebook etc or Skype or any social site is not there when they are meant to be doing homework.

What is everyones thoughts on:

1/ using the internet for homework,

2/ What time you allow your child to stay on the internet at night,

3/ how do impose the rules for when they can and cannot go on the internet?

Please share this around, as I would love to hear as many thoughts and opinions on this as I feel sometimes I am banging my head against a brick wall.

I think I’ve got the cleaning bug

What an awful night sleep I had last night, or didn’t have, as the case may be. So much for taking my tablets earlier so that they kicked in and made me tired. Today’s plans have been well and truly scuppered by the weather. I had planned on taking G to the Metrocentre as she is wanting to buy some clothes from Jayne Austin, but since last night, it has done nothing but snow. According to the forecast, it is going to snow all day into tonight. When I got up, there was two or three inches of snow already on the ground. Considering G has had a bad chesty cough, and is taking antibiotics, I decided it’s best not to drag her out in the cold.
Instead of going out, I set about finishing off reinstalling the updates and anti virus on G’s laptop. She seemed happy that she could go on Facebook on a big screen rather than on her iPad mini. I think the idea is eventually to take it to G’s grandparents and leave it there. We will hopefully teach them how to use the internet and do their banking online, look for holidays and order their car tax etc. They have never used a computer before so it is completely new to them. It will be like teaching an Ardvark how to do open heart surgery. I reckon the Ardvark wont get as stressed as the grandparents will. When G ( who is only 12 ) demonstrated the internet when they had broadband installed a few months back, they were absolutely amazed, as if she had done something magical that you would expect Harry Potter to do, like turning a rock into a pony or something. I’m sure they think, if you press the wrong button at the wrong time, the world will implode or something just as horrendous. After succeeding ( eventually ) on the reinstall, I set about doing the rest of the dreaded shredding. There wasn’t much left, or so it seemed. While doing the shredding, I was also in a Google+ hangout with my good friends Marc ( marccorn.co.uk ) and Carl ( lifeofcarl.co.uk ). Its always nice to have a hangout with all 3 of us on at the same time. We get along really well and have such a good laugh. Marc joked on and called us the 3 musketeers. I quite like the sound of that. I hope it sticks. After about an hour of shredding, the pile din’t seem to get any smaller. It got to the point where I thought I was trying to shred the contents of Mary Poppin’s carpet bag. You know the one. The one where she pulls mirror’s and coat stands etc out of it. The pile felt never ending. Never ending to the point where my shredder decided it had had enough and cut out. When it decides to have a huff like this and spits its dummy out, the only option is to unplug it and leave it for half an hour, like a misbehaving child that has been sent to the naughty step. After we had all had our tea, I switch the shredder back on, only this time D took over and did the remaining shredding. Eventually we got to the end. Thank the lord.
Now you would think that as it was about half 6 at night, we would just settle down to watch the normal Saturday trash TV ( as I call it ), but no, not a hope. I don’t know what it is at the moment, but I seem to have gotten the cleaning bug since our lovely new wallpaper was put up. I’m wanting to sort loads of stuff out that we have put off for years. This time was the case of the corner cupboard under the kitchen bench where pans are kept. I will rephrase that. Where pans should be kept, but in reality, its pans, baking trays, thermos mugs, deep fat fryers, in fact anything that needed at some point to be hidden out of view, was stuffed in this cupboard. After we finished being ruthless and binning loads of stuff we have not used in years, the cupboard looks really empty. I was really happy that for once, we can go in there and not be engulfed in a landslide of kitchen appliances and utensils. I was so happy, that as soon as D sat down for a rest, I made the decision to start on another cupboard as I was sick of unused tuppaware boxes, that have long lost their lids. So away we went again. Going mad and binning absolutely loads of tines, and jars of out of date herbs and spices, tuppaware, opened and half used jars of beetroot and pickled onions. Now after this cupboard, we didn’t do any more. That was it for the night. I think if I had started pulling another cupboard out all over the kitchen floor, I wouldn’t be here to type this blog post. I would of been beaten to death with the nearest pan, with the added possibility of the half used jar of beetroot being inserted somewhere it shouldn’t be.
D then sat on the sofa to watch some TV, while I decided the time was as good as any to start doing my finances on the new spreadsheet Marc sent me, so that I can keep a check on my incomings and outgoings. I have never done this type of thing on a long term basis before so I am going to have to be strict with myself. It took me a while, making sure all the data I put in was correct.
One thing I have noticed recently, is that something has changed with D and myself in the last couple of weeks. I don’t know what it is, but we have, all of a sudden, changed the way are doing everything. Like since the wallpapering, I am always looking for the slightest bit of rubbish left lying around or cups left out etc etc, and also we are now, for some reason more focussed on our money and what we are spending. Its strange. Its like a switch has been flicked. I’m not complaining at all. I’m quite enjoying it. There has been a couple of occasions where I have caught D having a giggle at me for looking around to make sure everything is tidy. I’m not so sure G like the new me, as I’m always asking her to put stuff away. She is your normal kid, whereas she leaves a trail of cups and plates and whatever in her wake, like a mini whirlwind has just went through the house.
D has fell asleep on the settee and is snoring peacefully in her sleep while I am left with 90’s music playing on the ‘Magic” music channel that she put on. She could of at least made it 80’s music. That would of been more preferable.

Joke of the day:

A cowboy walks into a bar wearing a coconut filled chocolate bar instead of a hat.
“Whats wrong with him”? asked the barman to one of the regulars.
The regular replied ‘Oh he’s got a bounty on his head”

If anyone would like one of their jokes to appear as joke of the day, please email steve@thewrighttimes.co.uk and tell me the joke and your blog address.
I will obviously credit you with the joke.

The time has come where I must head of to my bed now as I can feel my eyeslids getting heavier and heavier. Lets hope that tonight is the night I get some sleep. I have doubled up on the tablets tonight in a desperate attempt get some sleep.
P.s. A great song has just come on the TV. Its MC Hammer’s U Can’t Touch This. I love the dancing on the video. Those 80’s style clothes are fantastic. God, I remember when I used to go out drinking wearing dress jacket complete with padded shoulders and chino’s. I thought I was the bee’s knees. Apparently chino’s are coming back in. I do hope so. I used to love wearing chino’s. Really comfy and smart trousers, they were.